[Criminal Minds] Wooden Legs of Justice

Definitely another lousy day off.

Everyone in the BAU lost the idea of ​​going home to rest, and all gathered at the BAU headquarters.Review the case of "The Queen Maker" again.

Trying to find something to simulate Darwin's likely state of mind right now - where would he be?And why did he get that photo?Was it from Darwin or was it someone else?

"Babykid, I think it's better to find someone to accompany you recently, and it's better to protect your safety." Morgan looked a little worried, "Why did you choose you? Why did you and Leo find the photo?" Morgan took Reid to Next to the coffee pot, I stuffed a cup of coffee into the little doctor's cold hands, "If you need, maybe I can..."

"No! No! Morgan! I'm sure I'm safe!" Reid overreacted.He looked at the concealed expressions of his colleagues, and suddenly remembered the time when he was injected with morphine... This made him quite uncomfortable, and he wanted to find some excuse, maybe: "The photo is in Leo's menu, not me of!"

"Great, then I think I need protection." The big lion poked his head out from behind Reid: "Babykid will definitely be willing to protect me 24 hours a day, he can't bear to see me being murdered and dismembered, he's still going to be a queen! "

Everyone looked at Leo's figure—murdered and dismembered? (Who would pick a prey of this size? Not a gladiator!) Queen? (Just his size? Everyone thought about Leo wearing a queen dress...so they all threw up.)

"That's it!" Rossi nodded in satisfaction, finalizing the decision.He is also very reid.This half-grown child always tends to underestimate the danger, and is also slow to move...

Leo rubbed Reid's furry head in satisfaction.

"Hey, thanks buddy!" He grinned and bumped Leo with his shoulder, "I always think things are not that simple."

Leo glanced at Morgan, didn't answer, turned his head and followed Reid who was about to pack up and go home depressed.By the way, he patted the clothes on the place where Morgan hit in disgust.

Morgan was irritable, "Damn the German!"

Who told you to touch my little doctor!snort! The little devil in Leo's heart was whining.

In Leo's George Patton, Reid is a bit morose.He dodged Leo's gaze, shrank aside and refused to speak.

"Kid, what do you want to ask?" Leo sighed and asked the little doctor while driving.Sitting next to a moaning kid is not a good way for Leo to drive safely.

"Why don't you worry about me? I'm also a qualified agent! I'm even higher than you!" Reid didn't know how to explain some words to his colleagues who got along day and night.

Maybe it's because I'm too familiar with it, but I don't know how to speak.What's more, JJ, Garcia and Emily are girls, (but sometimes Reid has to admit that they are more in line with FBI agents than himself.) Hotch is a serious boss, and Rossi is an admirable elder...except Morgan, But sometimes his nerves are so rough that people don't want to talk to him!

Maybe it's because some doubts and resentment have been suppressed in my heart for too long, and I urgently need to find a vent, a listener; maybe it's because I subconsciously think that this big lion is quite reliable; or maybe he and his BAU colleagues They're all different—to put it bluntly, Leo doesn't really look like a profiler, much less a policeman.Although his eyes seem to be able to read people's hearts, he is not the kind of detective who analyzes a bunch of data to draw universal formulas and conclusions, but more like the kind of detective with outstanding talent, just like Sherlock Holmes.Of course, it feels a little more dangerous, that is, a big lion.

Anyway, Reid spoke easily to this man whom he had known for less than a month.

The big lion's keen sixth sense told him that what Reid wanted to ask was not just about photos.

"Hey kid, we both saw the photo at the same time, maybe the Queen Maker is after me. Actually, everyone thinks so.

But I have some advantages over you, Reid don't deny it, everyone knows what I did before. "

Reid didn't really want to hear what Leo explained.

But he had to admit that at this moment he really let go.Indeed, compared with the average dangerous man in front of him, he is more likely to be in danger.No one would want to pick such a strong opponent.

The car was parked downstairs in Reid's apartment. Leo spoke again: "Don't think so much, Reid. This is no longer a public high school with school violence, and you are no longer just a grade skipper with good grades-Spencer. Reid. You don't have to try to prove yourself at all.

Kid, you are here, it is Dr. Reid, it is the FBI, ASSA, you are very good, so you are in the BAU where the elites gather. Leo tapped Reid's forehead.

This time, Leo's expression was different from any other time.There was no sneer, no gloom in his eyes, he didn't smile, but his expression was softer than ever.

This is Leo's never been subdued.

At least Reid had never seen Leo's expression like this, and the little doctor even wondered if this was the same Harrington.

Reid didn't react until Leo's fingers touched his forehead lightly.He quickly opened the door and jumped out of the car, running towards his apartment.The little doctor didn't understand why he felt his face was steaming.Behind him came Leo laughing wantonly.

"Is Reid home?" Rossi asked Leo on the phone.

"Yes, I just sent him home." The deep male voice laughed a few times as if thinking of something.

"Leo, since I met you, I haven't noticed that you are so alive." Rossi smiled relievedly, "It's good like this, keep it."

Leo nimbly held the pen with his callused fingers, brushing and drawing on the sketch paper.

After a while, a vivid little doctor appeared on the paper. Leo himself didn't notice the gentle expression on his face, and the satisfied smile.

However, his good mood obviously did not last long.

"Dingling! Dingling..." The phone rang in the empty room, like the bell ringing at midnight in a Cinderella fairy tale.

"Who are you?" came from the other end of the phone with a voice changer.The unwavering tone carried deep malice. "Who are you?" The voice repeated regularly.

Leo suddenly, like a really raging lion, tore off the phone line and flipped the table viciously...

"What's the matter, Master Habsburg?" The old man with a goatee came to Leo in his nightgown.He looked at the mess around him in disapproval.

"Call me Harrington. Lukas." Here Leo has returned to calmness.

"Okay. Leon, but you can't escape from all of this..." The old man sighed heavily, and he became even older all of a sudden.

"A call from Moscow this afternoon..."

"Don't ask me next time, let Tim handle it."